…gang aft agley. Martyn checked yesterday on the weather forecast for central Switzerland on the dates we’d planned to be there: wet, wet, wet. Cutting a long story short, we shall not be doing vastly expensive b&b in Luzern, but have booked a flat in Bellinzona, the sunny side (we hope) of the Alps, gaining more space, less cost and the ability to self-cater. (So we can save up a bit for the winter fuel bills.) It means that our journey home at the end of the trip will be a very long day, and our time with friends in Berne will be a touch curtailed: the last good train is around 20:00. My current anxiety is about rail strikes hereabouts, but if need be we can spend a night in London before we leave.
As for the Tory leadership contest, I don’t think it’ll be the last of its kind in the foreseeable future. The current head of the Untied Kingdom’s diplomatic service has refused to say whether she sees France as an ally or an enemy. Even the current (largely absent) Rt Hon the First Lord of the Treasury isn’t that crass. The correct answer, Madam Secretary of State, is ‘France is one of our most important allies, which of course doesn’t prevent us having robust dialogue in some areas of policy in which we differ, as is important in any durable relationship’. My fees, on application, will be pretty reasonable - or comparable at least to the amount she has wasted on jetting off round the world to publicise herself.
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